I was reading about a BlogHer contest and one of the categories is "Blogging About Blogging" and it occurred to me that I never blog about blogging. (If you're wondering, I'm not writing this post in hopes of submitting it to the contest -- I will tell you ahead of time, this post will be way too lame to submit to any contest, so do with that what you will... life is short, I'll understand.)
I did want to wax unpoetic for a minute about the roller coaster ride that is blogging. As in, sometimes all I want to do is blog and other times I wish I'd never started this damn blogging nonsense in the first place. I know I'm not alone because I've sent a virtual hug to many of my favorite bloggers on several occasions when they've posted, "I'm never blogging again." More often than not, they come back eventually - I have the same feelings from time to time - I just don't share them.
Which got me to thinking about different blogging styles. I never (except for today) write an "I need a hug" post (or a post that I don't first write in Word and then revise before posting), but other people write them all the time. So I thought, what the hell, if I don't ask for a hug, this blog will just go another week without being updated, because the main source of my stress right now is I have to revise three pieces of writing for my final that is due in two days and I am completely and entirely uninspired to write anything whatsoever.
Plus, I knew this is a good time to try to pull off a non-blog-post since I figured you'll all just be relieved that I'm not ranting about Hillary Clinton again. I am profoundly disappointed as you can probably guess - maybe that's why I can't focus -- but I'll spare you for now. Once I make it through this week, I'll be working on an essay tentatively called "Why I Love Hillary Clinton Even Though I Don't, Why I Gave Ralph Nader $10 Even Though I Won't Vote for Him Even Though I Love Him and Why I Hate Barack Obama Even Though I Don't." But to state the obvious, it's still in the "needs a lot of work" stage.
And did I mention I'm having trouble focusing? And that the kids are out of school in two days and my babysitter only likes to work 10 hours per week max, but I have to work 32? And that my son is expecting a birthday party in two weeks, and I just realized that was the expectation yesterday?
So the only other thing I have for you is a book recommendation -let me forever after be known as the person who doesn't necessarily write something interesting, but can at least recommend something interesting. I just finished an amazing memoir called Brother, I'm Dying by Edwidge Danticat. Very powerful, moving and well-written story.
Oh, one last thing (just to make this post as random as possible), an anecdote to underscore the absurdity that is my life: Recently my husband and I were not on speaking terms for an entire day. An entire day. He went to bed annoyed with me. I went to bed, still annoyed with him, a few hours later. As I laid down, he half woke up, took my hand and said, "Babe, I’m sorry about earlier – I know it really doesn’t matter who eats squirrels.”